I stayed awake through most of the night, unpacking my suitcase and jotting down all of the things I would need to buy over the coming week. I was practically starting from scratch, figuring that I could have fun purchasing all new sets of sheets, decor, and more clothes after selling many of my items before leaving Chicago. Everything I had with me either held some sentimental value or fit into my basic closet essentials.

After forcing myself to rest for a few hours before sunrise I woke to the sound of singing from the shower, a low voice that coaxed me in and out of sleep for a few more minutes. Once I was sure the bathroom was free I brushed my teeth and hair, dressed and joined Taehyung and Jungkook in the kitchen.

They were in the middle of planning for dinner, something I'd learn they did every morning and that was always of high priority. I giggled at Taehyung's insistence that we patron his favorite restaurant, Jungkook leaning over the countertop to address me.

"What do you have planned today?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I'm not sure how to do anything here yet so I'll try to figure some of that out if I can. I need to do some shopping. I don't even have bedsheets."

"We'll show you where to shop after espresso." Taehyung grinned, brushing a hand through his hair.

"Espresso, of course. Give me five minutes to change." I glanced over at Taehyung, dressed in dark dress pants and a pretty printed button-up, the pair of mules he wore dangling off his feet.

Jungkook laughed through the shockingly large bite he'd taken out of an apple, picking up on the way I observed Taehyung. "You look fine. Tae will always outdress everyone."

"Fine?" Taehyung stood, his voice inflecting a dramatized tone. "Sei incredible!" He grabbed onto my hand, pressing a small kiss to it before tucking it into the crook of his arm.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, tossing the core of his apple into the trash and moving to the door. "Are you done sucking up?" He shoved his wallet and keys into his pockets, poking out his tongue when I grabbed onto his shoulder after losing my balance while putting on my shoes.

The coffee bar two blocks over was packed with people as if it were a nightclub. The few small tables outside were occupied by people chatting about their vacation to Italy, locals standing in small groups around the bar with tiny white cups. Jungkook pushed his way through the crowd so that there was a big enough space for us to move into. Taehyung and I stood behind him while he caught the attention of a barista, giving our order over the constant chatter of those surrounding us.

He turned around a minute later with four croissants tucked into his hands, keeping two for himself and spinning back and forth until our hands were filled with cups and pastries. I listened to them continue discussing dinner while I sipped at the sweet, bold flavored drink, nothing like the on the go coffee I was used to grabbing back home. One bite of the flaky croissant led to a deep moan rumbling past my lips and an immediate second bite that brought their attention to me.

"You like that?" Jungkook asked, the question making my stuffed cheeks flush.

"I might end up taking your second one. I'm deeming this my new weakness." I took another bite of the airy, buttery treat.

We were on the move as soon as we finished our drinks, Jungkook giving me the first bite of his second croissant as we walked toward the end of the block. I took the biggest bite I could, my mouth packed with half of the bread. He groaned at the small piece I left for him and I bumped my shoulder with his arm, Taehyung's laughter echoing from my other side.

I didn't pay much attention to where we were going, chatting with Taehyung about an upcoming audition to play at a jazz club for a few nights in the week. We stopped in front of a small boutique, where Taehyung worked as a stylist during the day.

"Meet me back here when you're done shopping. My shift is only a few hours so we'll walk home together." He instructed. I memorized the name of the shop, Antonia, a small bell chiming as he walked through the doors.

Jungkook kept his hands in his pockets as we stepped along the sidewalk, keeping a slow pace among people in transition from their morning caffe to work. He was much quieter than Taehyung but I noticed the way he glanced over to check on me every so often.

The streets were filled with bakeries, cafes, and shops, apartment buildings and larger businesses taking up the building spaces above the floor-level stores. "The area I'm taking you to is the best place for home shopping." He finally spoke when there were less people around, a little quieter outside as we moved past an area that appeared to be closed, the signs indicating that it would come alive in the night.

"Where will you be?" I asked before realizing that it may have been an intrusive question. He seemed more reserved than Taehyung and slower to offer information without prodding.

As we came to another intersection he stopped, leaning against the brick building next to him. There was a stream of spray paint on the wall, artsy messages scrawled to onlookers and two polished portraits painted next to each other. I peered over his shoulder to get a look at the painting of an elderly woman with tired eyes but a youthful smile, the other a man in the middle of a laugh so big that it felt like you could hear, his beard full and pudgy cheeks raised so that his eyes squinted.

Jungkook watched me eye the art before responding. "I have a meeting at a gallery and then I'll be back in my studio for the afternoon. Everyone usually eats lunch at one and places will close down until after. You should be able to use the GPS on your phone to get back to Antonia's once you're done."

He looked past me at someone, his gaze set on a woman who looked all about business in a pencil skirt and with a briefcase by her side. "See you later." My mouth pressed into a frown as I watched him turn almost fully to keep his sight on her.

"Yeah, I'll see you." He jogged toward her, reaching out a hand to get her attention from where she was focused on her phone.I turned my gaze away quickly, not wanting my envy to come through and cut the corner into the nearest shop.

I pushed him from my mind when an associate approached me to ask if I needed assistance. I'd found my way to a clothing store, browsing for a few minutes before moving on, needing to keep my focus on grabbing items for my bedroom. I would worry about clothes later.

There were a few stores that provided what I needed, a fresh set of sheets, more towels and washcloths, and a few items that would help fill the walls and surfaces with much needed decor. It was easy to get lost in admiring the expensive paintings and figurines that filled the shops, my arms tired from carrying bags by the time I made my way through the area and back to where I began.

Just as Jungkook said, businesses started to close at one o'clock, the street suddenly bustling with people on bikes and with more of a hurry in their step to get to lunch than they had on the way to begin the workday.

There was a restaurant nearby with a vast menu of sandwiches that held me up for fifteen minutes before I settled on my order, my bags tucked around me at an empty table outside. I watched the other patrons for a while, trying to pick up on pieces of the language I recognized from studying and finding it difficult with the speed at which they talked. When the crowd dispersed back to their daily responsibilities I pulled out my phone, pulling up Antonio's to meet Taehyung.

On my stroll I passed by a history museum, taking a picture of the building so I'd remember to visit. I let my GPS guide me, the ten minute walk leading me to a restaurant rather than the boutique I remembered from morning.

I zoomed out on the map to see if I'd recognize anything, the street names unfamiliar. I decided to trace back to where I'd come from, leaning against the same brick wall where Jungkook dropped me off to figure out my destination.

In my attempt to remember the name of and find Taehyung's workplace I discovered that many businesses had similar names, often separated by only a letter or different spelling. I used some deduction, eliminating buildings that would take over a fifteen minute walk and finally settling on the one that I felt ninety-three percent sure of.

Twelve minutes later I stood in front of another building that I didn't remember. My arms were heavy from carrying shopping bags and my legs were beginning to ache. I paused, trying not to get overwhelmed and picking out another location, this time named Antonia's.

I ended up at Antonia's Bakery, and though the sweets that stared at me from the window smelled delectable, they couldn't make up for the strong sense of being lost in a new city.

My heart raced as I took a seat outside, wiping at the few tears that spilled from my eyes. I'd been stupid to not get their phone numbers or make sure I had the correct address before Jungkook left. Even so, it didn't matter, the navigation system eating away at my battery so fast that it turned black just as I tried pulling an emailed copy of my lease for the address.

I attempted to ask a few people for help but many of the locals looked at me as if I were clueless and every word I learned was wrong. I read that a fair share of Italians were familiar with the basics of English, feeling like the butt of someone's joke as I continued being misguided and misunderstood.

Another hour passed, the bakery closing and the road starting to fill with more people as they left work early. I thought I'd feel better if I could find somewhere familiar, making sure to remember where I'd come from as I circled the block but deciding that leaving the spot might lead me more astray.

I wasn't sure how much more time passed or how long I cried before the sound of my name being called out alerted me. Taehyung jogged down the street from my left, his shirt sticking to him with sweat.

"Seline, finally." He panted, leaning over with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

I breathed with relief. "How'd you find me?" I stood, pulling him into a hug.

"I knew something was wrong when you didn't make it back to Antonia. I waited for a while and tried calling Jungkook but he's probably still painting. I walked to where I knew he took you to shop. When you weren't there I started winging it." I felt his mouth at the top of my head. "Are you okay?" He asked, his hands cupping my face when he pulled away.

"Now that you're here I am. I wasn't sure how I was going to get home." I sighed, letting him hold me against his chest again.

It was so easy, the way that sense of calm spread over me with him there. It was exactly what I needed and made me want to thank him by going a step beyond being wrapped in his arms.